C. Is there a trope you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole?
Well, I don't write porn, so any sex-related trope is right out. But I also wouldn't touch a high school AU with a ten-foot pole. There's a reason I don't read much YA fiction, and it's that kids and teenagers bore the crap out of me. I certainly don't want to write about them.
H. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
(I'm not sure how long a snippet the meme requires, or if it wants dialogue only, which I don't do anyway, but whatever.)
"Nicky," Nora said when she came back from a quick trip to the powder room, "what happened to my olive?"
"Hmm?" Nick, who had been absorbed in placing the fragile little candy-striped glass balls Nora was so fond of on the Christmas tree in their suite at the Normandie, looked across the room to find his wife holding a full martini glass and looking puzzled.
"The olive from my martini. It's gone."
"Are you sure you put one in?"
"I'm positive! I hope I have a few more years before senility sets in."
"As long as it doesn't affect your looks, darling, I wouldn't worry about it."
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he replied in kind. Leaving the tree to decorate itself, he walked over to her and took the glass from her hand, then swallowed half the drink in one sip. It was indeed a martini, heavy on the gin and light on the vermouth, just as Nora liked it. And it was indeed missing the olive.
"Well," he said, "I suppose we'll just have to search for it." He placed the glass back on the end table. "Could it be here?" He brushed one of her curls away with a finger and peered into her left ear.
"Nicky!"
He leaned back and met her indignant gaze. "It's entirely possible that olive just couldn't stand being parted from you while you were indisposed. And I can't say I blame it."
She preened a bit at the compliment, then narrowed her eyes. "As nice as that theory is, I rather think it's you we should be investigating for the olive—specifically your stomach." She poked him in the suspected region.
"Darling, do you really think I'd eat the olive and leave the martini?"
She contemplated that for a moment. "No, I suppose that's not your style."
"Thank you." He picked up the martini glass again and swallowed the rest of it—just to be sure the missing olive hadn't turned up while they were talking, of course. "Now, it couldn't have gotten far in five minutes, so it must still be in the suite. Personally, I'd suggest talking to its friends to see if they know where it might have run off to. We should interrogate every last olive in that jar."
"Nick—"
"And then if that proves inconclusive, we should move on to the maraschino cherries."
"Dear—"
"And after that, if all else fails, the citrus. I've always thought limes were highly suspicious. Too green."
"I suppose you found them in cahoots with some lemons once when you were missing a sugar cube," Nora said archly.
"No, I'm afraid that was entirely the fault of the absinthe."
I picked this one because it's light and funny and kind of ridiculous while still being sweet, which is what the movies are to me, so I'm proud of capturing that quality. I like writing dialogue. When I write, I frequently write the dialogue first, then put in action and narration around it as necessary. I guess it's because I primarily write fic for TV/movie fandoms. My few forays into original stuff have all been much more narrative-centric.
O. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
Honestly, I think at this point the not!drawerfic would win, since it's basically a biopic. (It's figure skating RPF for an ice dance team that hasn't been in the public eye for about fifteen years, because I am old and dorky.) It's probably the only one long enough to be a movie. (Ha, at this point it's probably way too long to be a movie.)
AB. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
Dirty little secret: I actually read almost no fic. There are a few fandoms or pairings I'll drop everything to read whatever comes out for, but that's about five fandoms/pairings, and each of those five gets 1-2 fics per year, if that. Sometimes I will briefly dip into a bigger fandom and read widely, but that typically only lasts a week and then I don't really remember most of what I've read.
That said, I will read just about anything mylittleredgirl writes, even RPF for Dancing with the Stars, which I have never watched. Something about her style tickles my id, I think, with its frequent combination of heightened angst/emotion paired with down to earth sarcasm and banter. Which is a trademark of a lot of fanfic, don't get me wrong, but she does it in a way that really works for me.
AC. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
I'm going to have to punt on this one, because I just don't read/remember enough fic to have an answer.
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Date: 2014-09-18 01:14 am (UTC)Well, I don't write porn, so any sex-related trope is right out. But I also wouldn't touch a high school AU with a ten-foot pole. There's a reason I don't read much YA fiction, and it's that kids and teenagers bore the crap out of me. I certainly don't want to write about them.
H. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
(I'm not sure how long a snippet the meme requires, or if it wants dialogue only, which I don't do anyway, but whatever.)
"Nicky," Nora said when she came back from a quick trip to the powder room, "what happened to my olive?"
"Hmm?" Nick, who had been absorbed in placing the fragile little candy-striped glass balls Nora was so fond of on the Christmas tree in their suite at the Normandie, looked across the room to find his wife holding a full martini glass and looking puzzled.
"The olive from my martini. It's gone."
"Are you sure you put one in?"
"I'm positive! I hope I have a few more years before senility sets in."
"As long as it doesn't affect your looks, darling, I wouldn't worry about it."
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he replied in kind. Leaving the tree to decorate itself, he walked over to her and took the glass from her hand, then swallowed half the drink in one sip. It was indeed a martini, heavy on the gin and light on the vermouth, just as Nora liked it. And it was indeed missing the olive.
"Well," he said, "I suppose we'll just have to search for it." He placed the glass back on the end table. "Could it be here?" He brushed one of her curls away with a finger and peered into her left ear.
"Nicky!"
He leaned back and met her indignant gaze. "It's entirely possible that olive just couldn't stand being parted from you while you were indisposed. And I can't say I blame it."
She preened a bit at the compliment, then narrowed her eyes. "As nice as that theory is, I rather think it's you we should be investigating for the olive—specifically your stomach." She poked him in the suspected region.
"Darling, do you really think I'd eat the olive and leave the martini?"
She contemplated that for a moment. "No, I suppose that's not your style."
"Thank you." He picked up the martini glass again and swallowed the rest of it—just to be sure the missing olive hadn't turned up while they were talking, of course. "Now, it couldn't have gotten far in five minutes, so it must still be in the suite. Personally, I'd suggest talking to its friends to see if they know where it might have run off to. We should interrogate every last olive in that jar."
"Nick—"
"And then if that proves inconclusive, we should move on to the maraschino cherries."
"Dear—"
"And after that, if all else fails, the citrus. I've always thought limes were highly suspicious. Too green."
"I suppose you found them in cahoots with some lemons once when you were missing a sugar cube," Nora said archly.
"No, I'm afraid that was entirely the fault of the absinthe."
(From The Case of the Missing Martini Olive, a Thin Man fic.)
I picked this one because it's light and funny and kind of ridiculous while still being sweet, which is what the movies are to me, so I'm proud of capturing that quality. I like writing dialogue. When I write, I frequently write the dialogue first, then put in action and narration around it as necessary. I guess it's because I primarily write fic for TV/movie fandoms. My few forays into original stuff have all been much more narrative-centric.
O. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
Honestly, I think at this point the not!drawerfic would win, since it's basically a biopic. (It's figure skating RPF for an ice dance team that hasn't been in the public eye for about fifteen years, because I am old and dorky.) It's probably the only one long enough to be a movie. (Ha, at this point it's probably way too long to be a movie.)
AB. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
Dirty little secret: I actually read almost no fic. There are a few fandoms or pairings I'll drop everything to read whatever comes out for, but that's about five fandoms/pairings, and each of those five gets 1-2 fics per year, if that. Sometimes I will briefly dip into a bigger fandom and read widely, but that typically only lasts a week and then I don't really remember most of what I've read.
That said, I will read just about anything
AC. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
I'm going to have to punt on this one, because I just don't read/remember enough fic to have an answer.
Thanks for playing!